I Hope The Punchline Won’t Drive You Away

Whenever I’m awake at night

Not able to go to sleep

I’ll sneak outside so quietly

Without making a peep

And head off to the landfill

Where old car parts fill a ditch

And I snuggle up with a Michelin,

Bridgestone, or BFGoodrich.

You may just think I’m sleezy,

Like my brain somehow misfired,

But it’s the only way I know

To get really good and tired.

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